He was lost and confused…
He had run away from his family…
He felt like his family hated him… Only at three years old… He felt like they hated him… Thats why he ran away.
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Earlier that day
“GET OUT OF HERE YOU WORTHLESS BRAT!” Screamed my father. “GO! GET! NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE!”
“BOBBY! HE’S ONLY THREE!”
“I DON’T CARE IF HE IS ONLY THREE! HE’S A LITTLE BRAT! IF HE WANTS TO ACT LIKE ONE, THEN I’LL TREAT HIM LIKE ONE~”
That’s all I heard before I left.
Running as fast as my little legs could carry me! As far away as possible. I continued to run until I saw the familiar home for Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry. They helped me when my brother and I were running down the street to our house, he was running to fast. I tripped over a rock, obviously my brother didn’t care. He just kept running, I cried and cried, until a nice man came out of the house. It was Louis, he took me home to my uncaring family, luckily my mum answered the door.
“I SEE IT!” I said to myself. I saw their house, hopefully they were home. I had no energy left, but I pulled myself together and crawled to the door. Knocking on the door, I started to cry. I was hurt, physically and emotionally. My legs hurt, everything hurt, but mostly my arms, legs, and my head. (I fell a few times on my way here).
I was starting to get really tired, I was so tired that I didn’t even know that someone picked me up and took me inside. Louis.
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One Direction Stories #Wattys2017
FanfictionThis is my One Direction book! I'm back to updating as often as I can! This book is basically a bunch of short stories that either are requested or are ones that I thought of! I usually try to tag the user who requested. So feel free to leave ideas...
